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Why is your opinion the only one that matters? So stubborn and unreasonable it causes emotional scatter My wholesome intentions are now twisted and skewed Is it so hard to sympathize with another point of view? I can be two things at once rational and empathetic Couldn't you then be sensible and sympathetic? You don't understand, but that doesn't make me wrong My intentions, rationale and viewpoint also belong   Guilty for doing what I feel is right and ****** if I don't You could just be kind and support me, but I know you won't You say I have a choice, but I know what that means An order of silent treatment with a side of love liens If I'm picking battles this is not one I'm fighting to win The victory with a punishment that doesn't match the sin Ultimately, it isn't the end of the world if I don't get my way Respecting my reasons are not black and white, just simply grey Even if you can't understand the picture to see my play I'm tired and just trying my best not to take it to the mat This time couldn't you just respect and trust me anyway After all these years... Haven't I earned that?
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Haven't I earned that?
Why is your opinion the only one that matters? So stubborn and unreasonable it causes emotional scatter My wholesome intentions are now twisted and skewed Is it so hard to sympathize with another point of view? I can be two things at once rational and empathetic Couldn't you then be sensible and sympathetic? You don't understand, but that doesn't make me wrong My intentions, rationale and viewpoint also belong   Guilty for doing what I feel is right and ****** if I don't You could just be kind and support me, but I know you won't You say I have a choice, but I know what that means An order of silent treatment with a side of love liens If I'm picking battles this is not one I'm fighting to win The victory with a punishment that doesn't match the sin Ultimately, it isn't the end of the world if I don't get my way Respecting my reasons are not black and white, just simply grey Even if you can't understand the picture to see my play I'm tired and just trying my best not to take it to the mat This time couldn't you just respect and trust me anyway After all these years... Haven't I earned that?
Sometimes we just don't see I eye to eye
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F/Utah
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
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